My mom is having an issue with my gender. HAHAHAH.
But i've been wearing skirts all my life in school man! So i am a girl, though at times, i do forget that imma girl, but oh well, it's okay lah. too girlish is pretty repulsive (yes, even girls find it repulsive!)
mom: sometimes i really don't know whether the baby i had 18 years ago is a girl or a boy!
in blacks, most of the girls have short hair, and im contemplating. short hair is definitely way easier to maintain and there isn't a need for me to tie my fringe up, looking like a new breed of the canine family. the fringe wouldn't be killing me by causing mini-volcanoes to form on my forehead (i like smooth and silky) i wouldn't feel so dirty then and my mom would definitely stop nagging about those pimples on my face. GAH! that would definitely be such a relief im telling ya.
(i highly suspect my mom actually wants me to join ballet. no kidding)
could have went back to msia to visit cousins and grandma and aunts, but decided not to for being a calafare is a waste of time and natural resources (YES), and i have trainings. moreover the main aim of this trip back, initiated by my aunt was to allow cousin-in-law to be introduced to them. ha ha, i do hope that there will not be any domestic war, afterall, 2 of my female cousins (and they're sisters! ftw!) are somewhat attracted to this male cousin of mine who is soon to be married! how exciting!
[i just whacked a mosquito off my leg and its dead! and it's the black and white legs species!!]
my body isn't aching as much as i thought it would have been. thanks to the leg stretching thing that goes in every direction. ha ha, i like it! but my waist area hurts, a couple of bruises and stuff, bahh. this kind of injury - shiok.
i'm blabbering like a machine gun at point blank.
i need money to buy canter shorts, fbt shorts, films, cameras, clothes, contact lens, blah#1, blah#2 and blah*#3...
need money = need job.
blah = infinite wants = scarcity
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